Training Hall

Wed Aug 17, 2011 1:26 am by Rhana

Her eyes closed tight against the blinding burst of energy, her muscles tensed in preparation, and with a crackling hiss, she was enveloped in a web of lightning. Making her agony heard with a choked scream, the Sith acolyte dropped to one knee, her head bowed and her hands clutching at her midsection, tearing at the robes she wore, desperate for relief. Over the roar of her own torment, she could barely make out the snarled words of the instructor that Akribos had passed her off on:

"The weak don't last long here, worm. Your next mistake will be your last."

A final rush of violent pain, and then...it was over. Sobbing, Rhana collapsed in a heap, every inch of her body screaming out that she couldn't take this, couldn't possibly endure torture at this level. She should just give up now, and let the bittersweet kiss of death wipe away all of this, erase her entire miserable existence. And why not? What did she have to live for? Her clan was gone- slaughtered by the Sith when she was taken. She could never return to Rattatak; she had been changed forever, altered in ways that horrified even her.

But...there was something, something that refused to just lay down and take it. It was small, and it was deep within her, but it burned with a passion that lent strength to her broken body. White hot rage boiled within her, agonizing and invigorating, dark and justified. With a snarl, she rose, first to a kneeling position, and then-slowly- she got to her feet, trembling with the effort.

Her instructor was surprised. A Rodian with dull, graying skin, his multifaceted eyes widened almost imperceptibly as his hand came up slowly, grasping at the folds of his black robe to pull it tighter about his frail frame. Letting out an irritated buzz, the alien raised a hand again, intending to deliver another dose of the master's whip. But he never got the chance. There was a snap/hiss!, a flare of azure, and a startled shriek, and the hand flopped to the ground severed by the blade of Rhana's lightsaber.

Horrified, his eyes locked on the glowing stump before him, the Rodian Sith never even saw his doom approach. That same blade pierced his heart and ripped itself free, rending him nearly in twain, before extinguishing as the Rattataki collapsed to her knees, her anger and her strength both spent.

Wed Aug 17, 2011 1:35 am by Warrior Akribos

*Akribos walked back into the room in time to see the instructor he had left Rhana with die, and then her collapse. He stepped over to her and looked down. The mask on his face hid any kind of emtotion and his eyes were stone cold.*

Stand up. You just ended the instructor, your strong enough to stay on your feet.

*He flipped the training sword up into his hand then crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her.*

Sun Sep 18, 2011 6:47 pm by Lt. James Taggert

*James was resting on a bench. He had just come back from the mountains after intense four day winter survival and combative course and had just stripped out of his snow ghille and thermal suit. His rifle was leaning on the bench, a DX long range carbine custom built from parts he ordered a while back. He'd put his butter bars on only last year after completing his officer training program. Now he led Talon Division, a group of seven other special forces men. Most of them recon and forward assist operators. James Taggert was the only sniper in the division and one of the few who would ever hold that title in the entire group. He sat in a brown under shirt and light weight tunic pants with no socks or shoes on. He was resting, cleaning his side arm and listening to some music over his speakers. He had been idle for over a month now, no news if his unit was ever going to get action. He glanced over at his dresser, a row of awards and coins he'd collected over time sat there. He smiled and clicked the bolt back on his Ripper. He faux aimed it out the window and pretended to fire a few rounds.*

Jackpot, now for some relaxation

*He set his pistol down on the bench and leaned back*

Mon Sep 19, 2011 11:09 am by Lt. James Taggert

*James was about ready to pass out on the bench when his comm began to beep wildly. He groaned and picked it up*

Lt. James Taggert Fourth Recon.

*The line crackled before a voice came over it*

==Command Post==

:: This is Command Post. The spin up order for the 4th Recon just came down from the top. Get your men ready Lt. Taggert, your looking at a deployment within the week ::

*James cursed under his breath*

Understood, Taggert out

*He hung his communicator up and clipped it to his belt. He tapped a few buttons on his wrist device and signaled the division to meet him in the training hall. They had to get weapon qualifications out of the way and then focus on AOR specific tasks.*

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